I don’t know what I’m doing
I think I’m going crazy
I just want to get this over with
And move on with my life.
I’m going to regret what I’m doing
But I know its what I really want.
I can’t resist my self from trying,
It seems to good to be true.
Lady Macbeth is an itch,
And she won’t leave me alone.
Screeching and awful noises
Is all I hear when she talks.
Part of me is saying,
That I don’t want to do this
But the other part is telling me,
It’s the right thing to do.
Maybe I shouldn’t.
Maybe I should.
I guess we’ll find out after tonight.
Dagger in my hand,
Duncan at my feet.
What else is there to do?
AZNP1MP's Poem
The Corruption of Macbeth
In thunder and lightning three witches convened And made quick to forecast a story of death To contrive their complex and evil schemes And thus began the story of Macbeth. In beginning one courageous of great honor Macbeth Thane of Glamis was found by the witches And quickly transformed into Thane of Cawdor Through the king’s arbitrary title switches. Macbeth persuaded by his striving wife Was hard to turn but reluctantly agreed To murder Duncan, to take his life, And did so, fearfully hallucinating in the deed. Gaining the kingship his wife so desired Macbeth continued to kill with merciless cold Those who conspired under the stars’ fires, One such being old friend Banquo. Further steeped in blood he waded And massacred the innocent family Macduff’s. All his feelings of righteousness jaded He could never do enough. And when Macduff lastly faced the evil king, Already Birnam Wood had come to Dunsinane. The ruler in prior resemblance had nothing; Macbeth, in his final hours, had fell insane. But the story goes, unchecked ambition hath corrupting power And Macbeth in his purpose was drove to fate sour.
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cole's poem
I don’t know what I’m doingI think I’m going crazy
I just want to get this over with
And move on with my life.
I’m going to regret what I’m doing
But I know its what I really want.
I can’t resist my self from trying,
It seems to good to be true.
Lady Macbeth is an itch,
And she won’t leave me alone.
Screeching and awful noises
Is all I hear when she talks.
Part of me is saying,
That I don’t want to do this
But the other part is telling me,
It’s the right thing to do.
Maybe I shouldn’t.
Maybe I should.
I guess we’ll find out after tonight.
Dagger in my hand,
Duncan at my feet.
What else is there to do?
AZNP1MP's Poem
The Corruption of Macbeth
In thunder and lightning three witches convened
And made quick to forecast a story of death
To contrive their complex and evil schemes
And thus began the story of Macbeth.
In beginning one courageous of great honor
Macbeth Thane of Glamis was found by the witches
And quickly transformed into Thane of Cawdor
Through the king’s arbitrary title switches.
Macbeth persuaded by his striving wife
Was hard to turn but reluctantly agreed
To murder Duncan, to take his life,
And did so, fearfully hallucinating in the deed.
Gaining the kingship his wife so desired
Macbeth continued to kill with merciless cold
Those who conspired under the stars’ fires,
One such being old friend Banquo.
Further steeped in blood he waded
And massacred the innocent family Macduff’s.
All his feelings of righteousness jaded
He could never do enough.
And when Macduff lastly faced the evil king,
Already Birnam Wood had come to Dunsinane.
The ruler in prior resemblance had nothing;
Macbeth, in his final hours, had fell insane.
But the story goes, unchecked ambition hath corrupting power
And Macbeth in his purpose was drove to fate sour.